#NowAvailable #Heartache Duet~~ Heartache and Hope by Jay McLean
and available in Kindle Unlimited.
Tera’s 5 Blush Up All Night Review
Jay McLean is back! This time she brings us the story of Connor and Ava in Heartache and Hope. A story of first loves and first heartbreaks. And all the feels in between.
I can never get enough of Jay McLean’s characters. They are so well-described and tangible you feel as though you know them immediately. As though you can truly understand how they feel and what it is that makes them tick. That you could pick them from the pages of the book and just hope they would be your best friend. It’s this feeling that brings me back to Jay every single time. She builds me a new family with every story or gives me more of my favorites.
“If you need proof that magic exists, I’m right here.”
Ava and Connor are both dealing with their fair share of heartache and obstacles. Especially for teenagers. They are both so driven and decided in their futures, they haven’t stopped to enjoy any bit of high school, let alone have any relationships with anyone until they meet each other. When they realize maybe they do want more out of their lives.
Jay McLean crushes us in this story. It is a duet, so I just know and trust Jay enough as a writer that she will make me whole again. Fortunately, we don’t have to wait long for First and Forever. I can’t wait to see where else she takes Ava and Connor.
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I stand in the middle of the road, barefoot and barely breathing, my arms out, face to the sky.
dark skies and false hope.
goosebumps along my skin. I raise my fist and tap, tap, tap on the glass.
The blind lifts and Connor appears, his eyes squinting. It’s clear he’d been asleep, or close to it.
Hair a mess, he’s shirtless, the obvious beginnings of bruises mar parts of his torso, and I look down,
shame filling every part of me. I bite down on my lip as he slides the window up. “Jesus Christ, Ava.
What the hell are you doing?”
lifting me off my feet and into his bedroom. My feet land on his soft carpet, and I look down at the mess I’ve made.
“I’m dirty,” I tell him.